Skulls

She was truly beautiful after people would ask me how could I have known? Her drink was garnished with, and her face was painted as a sugar skull. But her dark eyes were like pools I was drowning in as she walked toward me–a piece of pan de muerto in one hand, and her sugar skull cocktail in the other hand. 

I was not going to let her walk past me, but I was not sure what to say to her. It was Halloween and we were in a speakeasy of sorts, listening to lectures about art inspired by this time of the year. This particular morbid autumnal period that was like a ritual and was worshipped by almost all of us there.

“Nice skull,” she said, and my dick stirred. There I was admiring her skulls, and she was looking at the one that was on my bicep. Between her and the overheated space, I had taken off my sweater and was down to my black tee and black jeans. Her eyes glazed over me, or did mine over her? But we were both looking in each other’s eyes. 

Eye fucking like there was no tomorrow.

I was used to women liking my tatts, and I was going to use it to my advantage with her as much as I could. But first, I wanted her to know I saw her.

“I was looking at your skulls,” I said humbly.

When she smiled it was my undoing. She really was beautiful, and I looked away because I did not want her to see me gawking at her.

“Yeah, my face, the drink…I overdid it tonight. But it only comes once a year, and I want to have fun!”

She pulled off a sugar skull from her cocktail and began to chew it.

“Are you hungry?”

“Honestly, I was expecting more food. I am literally starving!”

“Do you want to go somewhere and grab a bite?”

The Mexican restaurant down the street was covered with candles outside, and it was a warmer night than it should have been for October—almost November because it was past eleven when we walked over.

The chips and guac were so good, we just kept ordering that combination and ordered a bottle of tempranillo that we shared between the two of us. 

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, relaxed by the wine but more intoxicated by her proximity.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said softly and I kissed her. The dark pools of her eyes disappeared when she closed her eyes, but I was haunted by them when I closed my own eyes for our kiss as she gripped my skull-covered bicep.

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